Life is an endless journey of twists and turns you’d sometimes never expect to take. In a year’s time you might be a completely different person than you are today. So when posed the question, “What will you accomplish in the next ten years?” my only appropriate response would be a shrug and, “hell if I know, man”. Ever since you’re young the constant question you are asked by adults is, “what do you want to be when you grow up?” and of course, as all children do, my answers started out as ambitious as you could possibly get. “I want to be a tiger, no an assistant to the crocodile hunter, no, no a vet! NO! I REALLY GOT IT THIS TIME!, I WANT TO BE A ROCKSTAR.” Well, it’s safe to say those aspirations slowly faded and my answer to that constant drilling question, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, slowly got more hesitant until it was eventually met with silence. Although, if I might add, I did humor that rockstar dream and buy a whole bass set
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She has always seemed like a warm light blanketing the whole family. As a child your mother always seems to be a god, the picture of radiance and fairness. As an adult that persona really doesn’t seem to change, only difference is they become a bit more human in your eyes. When I was 17 my mother went through a very rough and nasty separation from my father, and I can tell you right now that woman is crafted from blood and steele. In a matter of days she was left in her mid thirties with three children under 18 and a house she couldn’t possibly afford. Well she prevailed for all of us, she buckled down and spit in life’s face. She worked herself nearly to death in order to meet the bills and keep food on the table for her children. All while maintaining the image that absolutely everything was fine and dandy, and no matter how much she hurt, how hard everything became, she continued to work herself to the bone to care for
She has always seemed like a warm light blanketing the whole family. As a child your mother always seems to be a god, the picture of radiance and fairness. As an adult that persona really doesn’t seem to change, only difference is they become a bit more human in your eyes. When I was 17 my mother went through a very rough and nasty separation from my father, and I can tell you right now that woman is crafted from blood and steele. In a matter of days she was left in her mid thirties with three children under 18 and a house she couldn’t possibly afford. Well she prevailed for all of us, she buckled down and spit in life’s face. She worked herself nearly to death in order to meet the bills and keep food on the table for her children. All while maintaining the image that absolutely everything was fine and dandy, and no matter how much she hurt, how hard everything became, she continued to work herself to the bone to care for